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🎶 on the twelfth day of christmas my true love gave to me XMAS THEMED BLUE LOCK TEXT POSTS BITCHES THAT’S TRUE LOVE RIGHT THERE 🎶
yall blue locks so gay you wouldn't even think twice when they spout words like "devouring each other" like on the goddamn field too 💀 fruity ass motherfuckers don't even get me started on nagi and reo
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matching bracelets ￤ meguru bachira
cw : meguru being meguru and embarrassing the reader just tad bit! teeth rotting fluff??
a/n : this is my first post on herebsix and it's dedicated to my numba one for his BDAYYY!!!! hopefully this is not toe like eww?? but ya enjoy it!
( august 8 — 8:08pm )
bachira meguru loves to make it known to everyone that it’s his birthday. he loves every single thing about it from the beginning of the day, all the way up to the very last milliseconds of the last hour.
he loves starting off his day waking up to ‘happy birthday meguru!’ texts from family, friends, neighbors, and most importantly, you.
though he adores the thoughtful presents, small parties, and treats he’s gifted throughout the day celebrating his birth, nothing is as beautiful as a gift as spending his special day with you!
and that’s where we are lead to now, a beautiful scene it is truly. the two of you entangled with one another’s bodies on the comfortable mattress. the movie you both had put on initially was now nothing as mere background noise for you both. the two of you laid, speaking about nothing else, but meguru’s special day.
"i love the new cleats my aunt got me, ive been wanting a pair in that color!" meguru said, though it came out more as muffled words, since his head was situated in the crook of your neck.
you hummed, "i thought the new painting supplies your mom got you would've been your favorite gift, no?"
meguru readjusted himself, making it so he could look at you, “i do love it! i’m just saving my favorite for a certain, special gift…”
you knew what he was hinting towards. he meant the birthday gift you have yet to give him.
nerves taking over you, you bit the inside of your cheek, and spoke up hesitantly, “i…i do have a gift for you, it’s just that…”
your voice slightly trailed off, noticing the big grin that etched its way onto meguru’s face in the corner of your eye.
“just what?”
a defeated sigh came from your mouth, you turned your head to fully face him, “it’s just that it’s silly, ‘nd i don’t know if you’ll even like it…”
meguru stared at you for a moment, before erupting into a melodious laugh. your lips pouted slightly as he continued his laughing fit. you laid there confused as to why he began to laugh so abruptly.
“y/n,” he started once his laughter had died down to small giggles. he placed his warm hand on your cheek and smiled so genuinely it almost made your heart explode. “i’m going to love anything you give me! you could give me mud and i’d still love it, maybe i’ll be like ‘what the heck?’, but i would cherish that mud till end of time because you gave it to me!”
you placed your hand on top of the one he had placed on your cheek and laughed. his stupid way of comforting you worked, and you absolutely adored him for that.
“okay, okay,” you said after dying down your own laughter. you scooted off his bed and walked over to your bag that laid in the corner of his room. after some digging, you pulled out a small, yellow pouch.
“it’s nothing too big, just something small,” you light-heartedly warned, walking back over to the bed. you sat on the edge of it while meguru leaned his back against the headboard.
he smiled, “i’m sure i’m gonna love it!”
you chuckled, holding out your hand, signaling for him to put his arm out, which he did not understand. he placed his hand in yours and laced your fingers together.
“no! give me your wrist!” you said, eyebrows knitting together. “and close your eyes!”
“oh!”
he corrected himself and followed your orders, closing his eyes tightly. he felt something cold wrap around his wrists, a bracelet obviously.
“okay, open!” you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously as you saw him open his eyes and investigate the new bracelet that sat on his wrist.
it was gold, probably not real, but it had the same gold coloring. hanging so delicately from the band, was a small dolphin shaped charm.
meguru looked at the jewelry with pure admiration and love, “a dolphin charm!”
he brought the bracelet closer to his face, closely examining it. a shy smile soon made its way to your lips, “do you like it? i can return it—!”
“no, i love it! i love it so much you have no idea!” he interrupted you, looking at your still reluctant face. “really, i do.”
“okay, good because we have matching ones,” you pulled up the sleeve of your (meguru’s) hoodie to reveal the same bracelet, but yours had a small sea-horse charm, differing from his dolphin one.
somehow, his eyes sparkled even more than before seeing the matching set you both wore. he tackled you into a hug, resulting in your back softly hitting the mattress.
“this is the perfect gift, y/n,” he mumbled while he laid in the crook of your neck. “i told you i would love it!”
you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a small squeeze, “shhh, i was just nervous!”
he lifted his head so he was hovering above you properly, “there’s no need to be nervous around me or what you think my thoughts are, okay?”
you softly smiled at the boy, which he mirrored, “okay.”
moving your hands from his back to his face, you placed both of your hands on his warm cheeks. you lifted your body up a bit to close the distance between you both, eagerly placing your lips onto his. meguru’s lips felt soft, and it felt like they sat perfectly against yours, which they did.
a satisfying hum came from your throat, breaking off the quick kiss. meguru pouted, “rude!”
“i can only kiss you for so long, meguru! i need to breathe ya know?!”
“‘kay then i’ll just kiss you like this!” he leaned down once more and happily peppered your face with kisses. not one spot was left un—kissed.
“meguru, stop! it tickles,” you laughed, as he continued to press soft kisses to your face.
you pushed his face away, continuing to laugh at the lingering, tickling feeling his lips left on your skin.
he looked at you with pure love as he watched you laugh. he smiled to himself, thinking about how he had to be the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you by his side, especially on a special day like today.
“i love you,” he softly said.
“i love you too,” you replied.
© megururus august 8, 2022
ブルーロック — blue lock
headcanons : hcs 1 hcs 2 hcs 3
matching bracelets : meguru bachira
relax, love : anri teieri
staring problem : nagi seishiro
smile for the camera : hiori yo — ( coming soon )
train rides : rin itoshi — ( coming soon )
more to come!
© megururus march 26, 2023
relax love ￤ anri teieri
cw : this is a wlw oneshot so if ur for some reason uncomfortable with that then leave!! anri has no shirt on at some point, but nothing suggestive!! teeth rotting fluff!!
a/n : this is for my gf and future wife, anri bc i love her sm, and she doesn’t get enough love🫶🫶 this also basically a bday post but i’m not gonna label it as that since it’s not the focus of this one shot!!
( august 17 — 9:58pm )
you knew anri had usually worked quite late work days, doing god knows what for ego, and his blue lock project. her usual arrival time home was about 8:30 in the night, but right now she was nearing the one hour late mark.
you began to grow nervous, confused and worried as to why your girlfriend was not answering your texts nor your calls. you took one big, deep breathe, telling yourself that there could be many reasons as to why she is not home at the moment.
these reasons come as;
1. ego forced her to stay back and do extra paperwork.
2. ego forced her to stay back and do the stinky laundry for the stinky teenage boys.
3. she got into a car accident that has left her with no way of contacting her.
of course, you hope the last one was not true, and prayed it would be one of the first two options instead, which seemed more realistic.
you honestly were starting to think like an overbearing parent, but one thing you knew for sure was that you were not the overprotective kind of girlfriend, not at all. you were just very concerned at the moment, you know?
deciding you had enough waiting, you pushed yourself off the couch and towards the front door, hastily grabbing your keys and slipping on your outside slippers. the ones you would usually sport when going last minute grocery shopping with anri.
just as your hand reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and in came a stumbling anri. you quickly held her up by her forearms, providing support so she could stand properly.
“anri, are you drunk?” you inquired, utter concern in your tone.
she looked up at you with a pout, blowing some strands of light brown, almost pink, hair that fell onto her face. “no i’m not drunk! it’s these damn heels, they’re squeezing my feet…my shoulders hurts, too…”
she kicked her feet, which resulted in her heels flying into a random place in the entryway.
you softly smiled at her, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her to the couch. you affably pushed her back onto the couch and visibly saw her stiffen.
“i’ll get that lotion you like and give you a massage, ‘kay?” you told her, though she quickly shook her head.
“it’s alright! you don’t need to do that for me,” she said as she was ready to get up from the couch, but you gave her a look. “or you can, fine!”
you quickly smiled and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her favorite lotion, ‘country ma’am cookies’ scent, and made your way back into the living room.
there sat anri in the same spot, back straight and stiff, while watching that random sitcom. she took notice of your presence and gave you a pointed look, clearly talking about the show.
“don’t even ask, it was the only thing on at this time,” you slightly frowned, then soon replaced it with a smile. “now, let me help you relax!”
your girlfriend sighed, and began to unbutton her pink top. she slid the shirt off her shoulders and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in her bra, making easy access to her shoulders and back.
you pumped some of the lotion onto your hand, rubbing it so it covered every inch of your palms and fingers.
“lie down for me, it’ll be more relaxing,” you softly instructed, to which she obliged to. she laid so that she was on her stomach, face squished onto the plush cushion.
you sat on her butt, giving you a more comfortable position to give your massage.
you placed your lotioned hands onto her shoulders, gently rubbing circles into the places that felt they needed it. when you got closer to her neck, you noticed she still wasn’t fully relaxed.
“anri,” you said, squeezing the spot where her neck and shoulders meet. “relax, love.”
it’s as if your words had a magical effect on her, since her body instantaneously eased. she looked much more calm and comfortable like this.
you continued working your palms and fingers over her neck, shoulders, upper/lower back, and a bit of her arms.
everytime your hands would knead a spot that felt good, anri would hum, her way of indicating that was a good spot and to continue.
it was quiet, nothing but skin rubbing and the sitcom was heard, though you had to ask your girlfriend a question. breaking the quiet room you asked, “so, why were you back so late? ego has you doing those boy’s laundry again?”
the girl below you breathily laughed, “no, thank god! but, he made me stay back to analyze some data about some of the players. looking at the same screen for so many hours strains my eyes.”
now it was your turn to laugh, you reached over to the bottle and pumped more lotion onto your palm. rubbing it in you spoke, “he needs to get off his ass and do his own work, and also stop eating those gross mayo ramen things.”
“i agree!”
another quiet atmosphere washed over you, something you both enjoyed and appreciated. you knew how much anri just wanted a break from work, she was very clearly worked to the bone, barely ever getting a vacation or a second to breathe.
you had hoped this small massage had released whatever physical stress she had in her body. swinging your leg off the other side of her body, you placed both feet on the ground, telling her you were done.
anri lifted herself with her arms, cracking her back after being in the same position for twenty minutes.
she moved to a sitting position and started to slip on her shirt that you had handed to her.
“so, how do you feel now?”
“wayyyy better, thank you, love,” anri said sweetly, dragging out her letters, then pulled you down to sit next to her.
you chuckled and placed a soft, chaste kiss to her lips.
“i’m glad!”
© megururus august 19, 2022
blue lock ￤ headcanons
cw : none!
a/n : pt2 of this little series! please enjoy!
✧ hiori has a mug collection. it’s filled with many weird looking mugs and he keeps them on a shelf next to his bed
✧ kunigami will not kill a bug no matter what, he will make sure it’s placed back outside with a, “be free little guy!”
✧ nagi has a really bad attention span. we are talking like toddler attention span
✧ reo is very adamant about taking care of his grill. he’ll make sure it’s spotless and looks perfect before he even thinks about touching a burger.
“i said i’ll eat after i clean the grill grates! she needs to be spotless.”
also wears a “kiss the cook apron"
✧ meguru is a big sleep talker and hummer
✧ meguru also starts off sleeping curled up, but as the night goes on, he ends up in a funky position
✧ chigiri tried to curl his hair once and it did not go as he planned. he didn’t notice the curler was on a super high heat, so he almost burnt his hair off
“hey sis, why is there smoke coming from my hair?” chigiri asked his sister who just so happened to be walking past the bathroom. “hyo, the curling iron is too hot! take your hair out!”
✧ meguru, reo, and rin are avid faye webster enjoyers.
✧ hiori seems like he’s extremely close with his grandmother for some reason. he’s always visiting her and telling her the latest gossip
they talk while they make fun pottery (most of the mugs he collects are from his grandma)
© megururus march 17, 2023
Blue Lock HCs Part 4: We worry about Rin and his unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Rin once sat through three entire seasons of Greys Anatomy.
Rin once ate a whole bagel without chewing.
Rin listens to Taylor Swift and cries.
Rin schedules daily brood sessions where he sits and angsts about his life. These sessions are 15 minutes long.
Rin listens to Taylor Swift part 2.
Rin has a diary with the words KILL BACHIRA written over 200 times.
Bachira found the diary.
He made fun of Rin for having a diary like a little kid.
Bachira wasn't offended at the contents of the diary because he simply cannot read.
Rin listens to Taylor Swift part 3.
Nico Ikki (Blue Lock) Moodboard.
He's emo. You can't change my mind. I know that people headcanon so many characters as grunge and make Kinnie playlists all emo for them, I hate that, but this lil guy is an emo. Also, in the character book (the egoists bible) he's said to be an Otaku and his ideal type is someone to watch anime with him.
From below || Sae Itoshi x f!reader
Summary: You assist your boyfriend Sae in reloading his frustration, and in doing so, you earn a delectable reward
Warnings: oral sex, aged up Sae
Word count: 800
Authors: Bear
A/N: Here is another contribution for Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompt was: oral sex
Masterlist
When he was free from grueling football training sessions, Sae relished the opportunity to unwind by indulging in some gaming sessions with his friends.
Sae's frustration manifested as a low growl that rumbled in his throat, his grip on the mouse tightening as he stared at the screen of his online survival game, where the dreaded words "Mission failed" taunted him mercilessly. The virtual setback only served to stoke the flames of his annoyance.
You knew exactly how to soothe his frustration, so you started to casually come closer, preparing to intervene. You found it rather uncomfortable when Sae became angry. You had a preference for his calm demeanor, as opposed to the use of strong language and intense emotions.
In a fit of irritation, Sae slammed his hands down on the desk, unleashing a torrent of curses directed at both his fellow players and the game itself. It was then that you decided to make your presence known, gently kneeling beside him. His scowl gradually transformed into a frown as he looked down at you, his eyes shifting between your enticing presence and the PC screen demanding his focus.
"What do you want, baby? M' busy," Sae muttered, his voice a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
With a sultry tone, you expressed your desire, "I want something in my mouth, please?" You knew that the best way to make him calmer was to suck his dick.
His response was a dark chuckle as he considered your proposition. "Suck me good, and I'll give you a reward for that, princess," he replied, rising from his seat to undo his jeans, which brought his boxers along with them.
Nodding, you tugged at them until they were sitting around his thighs as you adjusted yourself, leaning forward.
His cock stood proudly erect, a vivid shade of red. Beads of precum glistened at the tip, a sight that never failed to make your mouth water. He possessed a truly beautiful cck, one that was just perfect for the kind of intimate attention you were about to bestow upon it. You couldn't resist poking your tongue out, delivering delicate kitten-like licks along his length. Your thighs involuntarily clenched as you savored the taste.
With a desire to please, you opened your mouth a little wider, welcoming the cockhead into your warm, wet embrace. The slightly salty tang of his pre-cum didn't deter you in the slightest. Your tongue danced over his slit, causing him to groan and shift in his chair.
"Fuck, baby, more or you don't get your reward," he groaned, his hand reaching down to gently pet your head.
His neediness elicited a soft giggle from you as you eagerly descended towards the base of his cock, your head bobbing up and down in a rhythm of desire and submission. The room was filled with the sounds of your eager slurping.
His fingers threaded through your hair, exerting gentle pressure as he emitted throaty groans of encouragement from above. It was a silent plea, urging you to take him even deeper.
You complied, pushing down on his cock, allowing it to slide farther into the depths of your throat, a sensation that made you gag ever so slightly.
“Nghhh, just like that, fuck, doing so g-good, baby” Sae breathed out as you looked from under your false lashes as he threw his head back in ecstasy.
Your groans vibrated around his twitching cock, the sensations overwhelming as he fervently praised you, "Fuck, baby, you're fucking me so good, my sweet, obedient girl."
In response to his words, your hand descended from his thigh, firmly taking hold of his full, needy balls. His response was an unabashed whine, so intense that you were certain the neighbors could hear him. The mere thought of the audacity of your escapade sent a dizzying rush of excitement through you. You were sucking harder on Sae’s cock as you massage his heavy, cum-filled balls. You were aching to have a taste of his semen.
Your tongue continued its tantalizing dance around the sensitive head of his cock, and Sae's breath hitched as he stuttered out a small, breathless declaration, "M' gonna cum." The anticipation built as you felt the precum ooze into your mouth, and your lips slid down his shaft.
Sae couldn't contain his desire any longer. He rolled his head back, and his cock twitched before releasing hot spurts of cum into your eager mouth. "Swallow," he groaned, his voice husky with satisfaction, as he rode out the waves of his climax. "Fucking good girl, you did so amazing for me," he praised, a deep sense of appreciation in his words.
As he reclined back in his chair, he created some space for you to rise from the ground. His tone softened as he beckoned you closer, patting his lap invitingly. "C'mere," he whispered, a tone reserved just for you. "I think it's my time to repay."
Stop why is this actually cute 😭
LOVE LANGUAGES - quality time warnings;; gn reader. both of u are downbad(🤢🤢) . u kiss also. 1.3k words
RIN ITOSHI isn’t the most affectionate person by nature, the extreme drive for his soccer carrier has left the man stranded the permanent aggravated expression that runs through the itoshi bloodline definitely doesn’t help
in all senses, rin itoshi is not the one you expect to appear at your door, 4 in the morning.
For a couple of minutes you just stare at eachother, him fully dressed and annoyingly awake; you in your pajamas and hardly aware at your presence on earth.
“It’s my birthday” is what he says simply. “Why are you not ready” Perhaps it’s just you, but the tone in his voice seems even more agitated than usual.
“Ready for what rin?” You can see the white fog of your breath as you exhale, you don’t want to be mean to the boy on his birthday but he really is challenging his chances
“You said we’d hang out at four. It’s already four thirty five and you aren’t even ready” His tone is harsh. Accusing. But in those teal eyes that had always resembled glaciers to you now look melted down, you can tell deep down the reason for his bother is different than your so called lack of punctuality.
You can tell he’s afraid you may have forgotten about a plan that meant so much to him. He’s afraid you may not even care about it, or him. He’s terrified to not mean half as much to one person he cares about.
He won’t ever voice it. But somehow you know, or perhaps you hope that this is what he thinks; that he longs for you as much as you do for him.
It’s stupid really, how your heart fluttered at the sight of him in your door or how you can’t even bring yourself to be properly mad at him.
That’s cute and all but that doesn’t change the fact that you planned to sleep a good 2 more hours.
“Rin” you finally speak again “I meant 4 pm why would you think- How long have you even been awake for?”
A small oh leaves the strikers lips as he looks at you, dumbfounded. It appears that normally people don’t arrange meetings before dawn only occurring to him now.
With the new emotion in his face rin quite resembles a stray puppy, so much you suddenly get the urge to coddle him
“Well do you want to come inside? We can eat breakfast or something”
He trails behind you to kitchen, with how long you’ve two been friends rin knows the way as good as his own and it’s him who takes the lead on your small walk towards kitchen.
crack
The egg falls to the pan with a satisfying sound, normally you’d have gone with something easier like cereal but the mr sportsman seated in your kitchen now is determined to force his stupidly healthy diet onto you as much as he can.
Despite all his protests and attempts to help you have him sat near the table as you prepare everything. It’s half because it’s his special day and half because he’s a complete disaster in kitchen(perhaps more the later than first).
While doing so you’ve been rambling on and on about whatever comes to your mind to fill his silence, on small changes in your life, school, a show you liked, the cute cat you saw on the street yesterday… Perhaps with someone else this could feel like a monologue but it’s different with rin; maybe it’s the way how he always looks so concentrated on whatever you say, or the way he always remembers everything you’ve told to the smallest detail. Or maybe it’s just your feelings for him that make this enjoyable for you
Whatever it is, it’s how it goes between you two: you talk, and he listens. Aside from the cynical remarks here and there, talking isn’t his thing. Even if sometimes you wished it was, you wished that for once he’d be the one to talk, be the one to tell the words you never brought yourself to speak to him.
With a tap on your shoulder that caught you off guard, you almost hit the man on the face. And you probably would’ve if he didn’t caught your hand midair.
Maybe it’s because you were too caught upon telling whatever story you were on or maybe it was because the eerily quiet way rin moves for a man his size but you only notice how close he has gotten to you at this moment.
So you can almost feel the warmth emitting of his skin. So close you can hear his breath. And suddenly, you’re hyper aware of the way your very own heartbeat seems to quicken.
Perhaps it’s because it’s so early in the morning, but there’s something just so romantic about this moment; how close you two are, how the newly setting sunshine dances on his face.
You need serious help.
“Sorry did I bore you?” Once again, you’re the one to break the silence. Yes that must be it, he was just bored with you talking all the time. You should stop dreaming.
He blinks a few times, it’s evident he finds even the suggestion of such idea absurd “I enjoy listening to you (name), I thought you knew that” you hate yourself for it but even those simple words gives you such euphoria that it practically overwhelms you. Plus he still hasn’t let go of your wrist.
You have to leave before you do something seriously stupid. Like pour your heart out to rin itoshi
“That reminds me! I got something for your birthday,” You originally planned to give it to him much later, but you’re desperate and you need out “it’s upstairs if you’d let me go I can just run real quick and ge-”
“Don’t want it”
His grasp on your wrist is now much more firm, it contrasts the previous gentleness of his touch towards you. Rin has always treated you with fragility that it’s only now you realize how strong he actually is.
“I told you I don’t want you to buy me anything” his bright, teal eyes look more like a turquoise as the sun hits them, leaving you captivated by them even in this moment “But if you’re that insistent on giving me something then um…”
His newly found confidence starts to die down as he mutters the next bit “if you really want to gift me…you can give me something else” the last part is said in such low whisper that you’re sure you wouldn’t be able to hear it if weren’t for how close you two are right now. Maybe your eyes are playing a game to you right now but you can see red on his cheeks.
You must be dreaming. Or it’s that you aren’t fully awake right now and can’t think clearly, because there’s no way the rin itoshi is saying what you think he is
Fuck it, you’ve waited long enough
Your pull on him is harsher than you intended, your lips practically to crash to each other but neither of you seem to care. His body is warm against yours, and he tastes of mint.
You’re not sure how long have passed, maybe a few minutes, maybe an eternity. Or perhaps it was just a moment, shorter than one blink.
Before you can even process what just happened, you’re hit with another shock; he is smiling
rin itoshi is smiling. not a know it all “I said so”type of smirk. not a forced one.
But one that creeps bigger and bigger as he stares to you, mimicking the way red blossoms to his cheek. Yours probably aren’t much different right now either
At that moment one sentence slips out of your mouth;
“Happy birthday rin”
gaming partner
"you play that game too, huh?”
nagi looked above from his seat on the stairs and saw you, one level above, staring down at him gaming. he nods and pauses it.
“heh sorry, i was going to dump my trash down the rubbish chute and heard the loading music...”
ah, it must’ve been when i forgot to turn the volume down and accidentally blasted the audio.. he thinks to himself.
then, nagi stands up, stretches and was about to walk back into his apartment when you shouted for him to wait as you bolted down the flight stairs. despite you telling him to wait, he continues to walk off but stops when he hears the familiar loading theme. nagi turns around only to see your phone screen right in front of his face.
(gamer tag), level 247. “check them out!” you exclaimed cheekily. where did nagi see this username and avatar? and why did it look so familiar? it was only after you switched to the rankings page did he realise something. you were the one who was constantly on his tail on the leaderboard fighting for first place.
masterlist | just a short drabble that suddenly came to my mind.
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“what? me needing you?” he lifted one of his eyebrows. lips still pressed in a straight, thin line. “you must be dreaming, y/n.” were the words that banged through your brain all day and night. your eyes shot open, chest rising and falling at a fast pace.
“fuck…” you cursed in a murmur. the thin fabric of your pajamas sticked to your chest from the cold sweat. still in a lying position, your arm landed on your right side. ‘cold sheets..’ you looked outside, the moon’s ray entered into your room dimly by the clouds covering it.
after a sharp inhale then outhale, wiping away your tears before they could break their way on your face, the phone on the nightstand vibrated with messages. you turned over, checking it instantly. it was him. it was really rin this time.
“sorry for leaving so early. got things to do.” yeah. things.. his girlfriend probably missed her, it was better if he leaves anyway. you couldn’t get up. you didn’t want to see the traces of him all around in your bed. the mess he left you in. but you felt it. you still felt his filthy touch on your skin.
the obsession never got the best out of you. you fell. he didn’t. you loved. he didn’t. you wanted to be close to him. he tried to push you away. you couldn’t forget him. he couldn’t get rid of you because passion blinded you.
‘i got what i wanted, no? i did… then why am i so… so-’ you bit your lower lip, then continue remembering how you got here, in your bed, 3 a.m., seeing your thighs’ outline under the blankets. his scent got rubbed on you. how disgusting, yet sweet scent.
“don’t follow me. don’t come near me, y/n. you’re in the way of my career and life. i don’t need love.” ‘says the liar with a lover..’ you thought and gulped when he finally spoke to you. yes. he spoke to you, but these are not the words you were expecting nor you wanted to hear. he was your everything. not in a crazy shit way like pictures of him in your room, but it was hard to get him out of your head. then a regrettable idea popped into your head.
“if i can’t have your heart… can i have your body?” you looked determined. he scoffed. “you’re kidding-”
“i am not, rin.” a few seconds of silence passed. he frowned in disappointment. “i know that your girlfriend isn’t willing to do it with you.”
"don’t bring her up now." his tone got sharper. you flinched, it was almost like a blade.
"I understand.. that you don't want me like you want her but.. if we could try it.."
“..so you want me to..”
“yes. exactly.”
“but i don’t love you.” his lips curled into a snicker smile, like he could laugh at you, just because you were yearning for him and his touch. “you’re pathetic… okay.”
‘i don’t want to be used anymore’
‘but i will lose him…
‘he was never yours.’
your fingers tangled into your hair in frustration. you went through this almost every night when you were with him. you could do so much better but instead you’re having breakdown with his semen between your legs. his deep eyes gave you the hope every time, that one day… maybe one day, after breaking your heart countless times, your time will come. but why did you thought of something so stupid? you wanted his love. how? out of pity? but what if he doesn’t pity…
“don’t be stupid.“ after that night, determination settled into your mind. the cup filled and you got enough of all the ‘i don’t know her, what are you talking about?’ and ‘we’re just two strangers enjoying their life. nothing much and nothing less, you should get that into your brain. you’re not my first choice.” ‘i’m not his first choice..’ all your dignity got thrown out of the window and smashed into pieces. this time you realized, that the rin you got so much fond of was only a stupid image in your head and after time, you got attached to it. to his smell. to his skin. to his mesmerizing green locks and orbs. the way you imagined him smiling when looking at you. “why would i do that?”
“out of pity… maybe…” your throat were soar, the talking was hard, steam runned across your forehead, lips trembling, eyes avoiding his gaze.
“i thought you knew it.” he groaned.
“what?..”
“you’re truly despicable. ‘pity’? i don’t think so, it was more like… using you out.” you knew that. you knew that he wasn’t going to feel sorry for your stupid love for him. rin saw the potential sex partner in you. he was thinking with his dick. but this hit you like a car. so what’s now–
“what’s now? do you want to continue this or not?”
‘do i? will this ever change?’
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!
now dont even get me started here
[Cuz I might draw it.]
RIN WITH GLASSES IS INDEED SUPERIOR I WILL SCREAM THAT INTO PEOPLE'S EARS TILL THEY'RE TIRED AND SICK AND ANNOYED OF ME AND ARE COMPELLED TO AGREE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
GIRL I SO AGREE WITH YOU IMAGINE HOW CUTE HE'D LOOK🗣️
HAIRCLIPS .ᐟ
cw: itoshi rin, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+
“doesn’t it bother you sometimes?”
“what exactly?”
“your hair. i've noticed you blowing it out of your face every now and then while you were performing the lotus earlier.”
rin cracks one eye open as he examines your expression, watercolor eyes searching for the tiniest hint indicating that you’re messing with him once more.
yet he’s met with nothing but pure curiosity as you scrutinize the olive bangs messily descending upon his face, concealing his pearly orbs like a veil, hiding them from your prying gaze.
“sometimes” he sighs before settling back into the yoga position he had been performing prior to your question.
with a silent hum you excuse yourself, leaving your lover to continue on with his exercises in tranquil silence.
the pitter patter of your hurried steps on the wooden tiles recures sooner than anticipated, accompanied by an exited chortle leaving your mouth as your hastened strides lead you over to him once more.
only as you flop down on the floor does he detect the metallic clinking sound of what he considers to be your jewelery box.
despite questioning your decision to put on your accessories in the living space rather than the bathroom, rin resolves to leave his eyes shut, deeming your presence rather soothing than a nuisance, expecting you to let him finish up his training without any disruption.
rin comes to the revelation that you enjoy messing with him even more than he already knew as he feels a cool metal sensation graze his forehead before the cover of his bangs gets lifted off his face by what he supposes to be one of your hairpins.
he's proven correct as you scoop one of the side pieces up with another pin, clipping it shut after fixating the small section on the side of his head.
"what are you doing?"
"helping you keep your bangs in place so they won't annoy you"
"and you had to use your pochacco clips to do that?"
"they look cute on you! besides.. they work don't they?"
"you're unendurable"
"but you love me"
"yeah.. i guess i tolerate you a little more than anyone else"
©️ rinsque — do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.
note. this is a repost from my former blog @/iohims
back to my bllk brainrot. might start to write shit with them-- no idea what but yeah, and might get into more smut and spicy stuff
bachira smut 🫧 tw dark content dubcon, manipulation, overstim
“don’t you wanna make me feel good? hm?”
“i-i do..” you hiccup, “i-it’s ju.. just too muc-“
“okay, so you’ll take it right?”
he doesn’t let you reply before he shoves himself back into your swollen cunny. it leaves you to heave out a dry gasp before dropping your head back down on your cat plushie in defeat, holding tightly onto the fluff of it.
he lets out a wanton moan, a heavy hand pressed against the bottom of your back, and his other holding onto your hip with a soft grasp.
“love you.. love you love you love you, love you so much, i love you..”
his thrusts are sloppy and wet, his heavy balls pressing against your soaked ass from the sweat and cum. the overstimulation is so overwhelming, and all your cunt manages to do is cum over and over against your will, just as bachira likes it.
“m-meguru please.. ca-can’t.. i..”
“shh, don’t ne-need you to do anything, okay..? j-jus’ take it n.. ‘nd it’ll all be over soon..”